Gost Sigil
I will let you open it
Your eyes still see my death within, open up and see me
Reaper seething to begin his regimen
The edge does sting, yeah the edge does sting
Oh but it's comfort
And I will face the grave for you
You'd hardly have to ask me to
Take this flesh up from this stone
And watch it die
And I will face the grave with you
You'd only have to ask me to
Take this flesh up from this stone
And let it burn
Adorn the desired flesh
We are weak and fervent, let us call them upward
Angels weeping up to him or guardian
Our love in death will remain tepid
(Let go with me)
And I will face the grave for you
You'd hardly have to ask me to
Take this flesh up from this stone
And watch it die
And I will face the grave with you
You'd only have to ask me to
Take this flesh up from this stone
And let it burn
And I will face the grave for you
You'd hardly have to ask me to
Take this flesh up from this stone
And watch it die
And I will face the grave with you
You'd only have to ask me to
Take this flesh up from this stone
And let it burn
